I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Drawing Type

As some of you know, to relax I do math in my head. Also, I doodle. And when I doodle, I sometimes go back to my schooling and thumbnail layouts of projects I'm working on. Lately I've been drawing type, like I also used to do in school. Although, my repertoire has grown stale and mostly it comes out as a form of intermediate type (think Baskerville). So, I'm hoping if I share this I'll start branching out reestablish my skills in a wide range of faces. So here's one to start.

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